I like fast cars, beautiful women and great sex.I hate drugs. I can't stand the idiots who take them and I loathe the bastards who supply them. Drugs cost me my whole world.I wear many faces; right now I'm Doctor Lucas Callaghan and I'll be him until I get my revenge.My real name will be the last words to ever pass their lips.I hate my name, Aoife Brennan, as soon as people hear it they treat me differently because of my father.Medical school isn't my dream, it's his. But, it's the least I owe him after everything I've done. I'm trying to be a good girl, but even good girls make mistakes.He's lying about who he is, she's kidding herself about who she can be. They're polar opposites with one very big secret in common.

"Thanks again. Good night," I say as I kick off my heels that are killing me, scoop them into my hand, and race across the grass toward the door. I shriek and drop my shoes. There's a tall, broad man standing on the same side of the door as me. I hadn't spotted him in the dark from across the lawn, and noticing him suddenly scares the shit out of me. Even now as I edge closer, he's hard to make out. His dark jeans and black, leather jacket are hiding him well."Flick on the porch light," I call to Becca, picking my shoes up once more.My voice gains his attention, and he turns around to face me. Holy shit. He's sexier than his car. Becca, you lucky bitch."Is everything okay?" I ask stepping onto the porch beside him."I'm just making sure your friend got home safely."Becca sways from side to side dragging the door with her. I push my palm against the timber to steady it, and as I suspected, as soon as Becca lets go of the handle, she falls over. I scurry to pick her up, but he reaches her first.Becca laughs, but I don't see anything funny about the blood gushing down her forehead "What have you done to yourself now?" I scold, trying to see where the gash is.The hot guy pulls some tissue out of the inside pocket of his jacket and presses it against the centre of her head. The colour fades from Becca's face, and I know she's going to faint. I take off my cardigan and fold it, but again, this guy is a step ahead of me and has Becca's feet elevated and resting on his jacket already. He really seems to know what he's doing.

✿ The Author ✿

USA Today bestselling author Brooke Harris is a self diagnosed romance addict. Realising at the age of seven that being a real person and not a cartoon character may prove a hindrance when applying for a role as a Disney Princess, she decided to create her own stories. As a grown up Brooke tried swapping the heels and tiaras in her stories for sex and revenge and published her first book, Rules of Harte in 2014. The Harte Series went on to become a #1 international bestseller.Brooke lives in Kildare, Ireland with her young family. She daydreams about a climate where it doesn't rain every day, but secretly she loves the green fields and heritage of Ireland.Brooke also writes Psych-thriller under the pseudonym Janelle Harris.